To be completely seen, through and through. Some dread it, some crave it. I have to say I am in the later camp, I adore it when I'm seen, and a bit frightened too. We all have a primary human desire that several psychologists call a "Sense of Belonging". After food, water, shelter we all want to belong. To belong to something, a family, a tribe, a group, a band! Beings long. Be Long. Belongings.
Being SEEN in all our glory, through the eyes of someones heart, is a beautiful, intimidating, scary, glorious thing. What if they see ALL of us, the pimples, the tears, the scars? Like a tide pulling out before the tsunami of love hits you. Exposing the sea shells, old tires and rusted tin cans. We've hopefully all experienced this love wave in some form at several points in our life. A graduation day, our wedding day, a special birthday or under the tent made of sheets with your lover. More often than not, this happens after we've exposed or been exposed in someway first. One of my favorite experiences is to have my children be seen, by a teacher, a friend, a neighbor. Those are the moments when I want to just thrust upon that "seer" my own love wave. To know someone "gets" them, has seen the old tin cans and rough edges that we all have, and adores them even the more because of it. The sense of be longing. beings long. be-longings. What are your be longings?